Liu Tinglan knew that Mo Yan was right, but she still hesitated a bit, "Isn't this too cruel? Might he think I don't care about him, that I've given up without understanding his difficulties?"
Mo Yan winked and said with profound meaning, "That depends on you. If you confess to him with all the depth of your affection, could he still doubt your sincerity?"
Upon hearing this, Liu Tinglan's cheeks burned at a visibly rapid pace. Meeting her good sister's teasing gaze, she spat out in embarrassment and annoyance, "You shameless thing, are you always so lovey-dovey with your man?"
Mo Yan gave her friend a sidelong glance and lied seriously, "Do you think I can be lovey-dovey with that ice-cold face of his?"
Liu Tinglan tried picturing Shen Ji with Xiao Ruiyuan's frosty expression in her mind, and couldn't help but shake her head vehemently: it was too difficult, she couldn't muster the sentiment.
